Korqin's right-wing Zasakbadali, Manzhu's nephew Qiuerji, and Badali's uncle Budazi gathered around the fire, drinking mare's milk wine and eating roast mutton.

Although it was April, even with cotton shoes, a chill still came through the carpeted floor.

After drinking some wine, Badali couldn't help but talk more: "The king wants to pay money to buy all the people we have worked so hard to win, and all the people who are not Mongolian."

The population and land on which the Mongol lords depended, first of all, the land was restricted, and now it was the turn of the tribes to be taken away.

This is like a heartache for Badali.

"That's right!" Gyerzi responded.

"He has taken away a large part of our pasture, and now he has to spend money to ransom his people, and we Mongolian Noyan and Taiji are about to be overwhelmed."

Badali chirped.

Budazi couldn't stand it: "Don't complain, come and drink."

"Listen to me first, in the past, when Dajin was still alive, he rewarded us at every turn, and he also married Mongolian women and Jurchen women."

Instead, Badali became more and more energetic, exclaiming, "The king, on the other hand, has a reward for us, but he takes more."

"You're right." Erji should be peaceful.

He had been robbed of his subordinates by Yang Chengying a few years earlier, but only recently returned them at the begging of Manzhu Xili, and married Abatai's third daughter.

However, he still holds a grudge against Yang Chengying.

"This time he put a knife to our necks and demanded that we hand over the Xibes and Daurs, which is really excessive!"

Badali exclaimed, "Those people are our capital, and without them, we will become fat sheep on the grill, to be slaughtered."

"Hey, it's too loud!" Budazi scolded.

"I was born to speak loudly, my father was Oba Khan, and Houjin also asked me to be the Jinong of the right wing of Horqin. But the king only let me be Zasak, what kind of thing is that?"

Badali said indignantly.

"Beware of being heard by the king's men."

Erji reminded.

"It's better to be heard!"

Badali slammed the bowl down the table, walked to the door, and yelled in a south-easterly direction.

Urzi and Budazi were frightened.

"Here we go again, you can't talk nonsense just because you've drunk!" Erji scolded.

"Erji!"

"What?"

"You are the precious son-in-law of the governor of Chahar Province, Abatai, your aunt is the king's side room, and your uncle is the *** of the Lifan Yuan. Tell me what I have said, so that the king may know it, and send an army against me."

As soon as he heard this, Budazi couldn't sit still at all.

He jerked to his feet, walked to the door, and grabbed Badali by the hand.

"It is the king's order to buy the subjects of the tribes and enrich the northeast frontier!"

Budazi yelled at his nephew.

"So what!"

"If you are not satisfied with the order, you can go back to the tribe and raise troops to rebel!"

"You want me to raise troops?"

"If you don't have the skills, don't say anything like that."

With that, Budazi pushed Badali into the tent.

If it is really heard by people with ulterior motives outside, there will be endless troubles.

Badali was unhappy and drank a lot of wine. was pushed by Budaqi, and the whole person didn't stand firm, and stumbled down on the table where he was drinking.

The bowls and jars of wine on the table, as well as the appetizers, were poured out on the floor, and the wine was sprinkled on the floor.

Badali struggled to get up, sat down on the table, and wept bitterly:

"I'm not wrong! The king, a Han man from a military family, actually dictated to my descendants of Genghis Khan, I ......."

"Stop talking nonsense! This is the king's command."

Budazi roared.

"Uncle, don't scold me, I obey the king

to hand over all the people my father had left to me, woo woo woo ......

As he spoke, Badali began to cry bitterly.

Budazi couldn't help but feel sad, twisted his face to the side, and couldn't bear to look at it again.

Erji stared at Badali with a melancholy in his heart.

The descendants of Genghis Khan, has it come to this point?

On the second day of the feast, Qiuerji followed Manzhu Xili into the palace and thanked him.

It was Yang Cheng who was exempted from punishment and agreed to his marriage to the daughter of Abatai.

"The fact that your husband and wife can live a stable life is the greatest gratification for me."

Yang Chengying is not very suitable for the act of "marriage", and can only comfort his uneasy heart with the phrase happiness after marriage.

"Please rest assured that the king will be reconciled with his wife and live up to the king's expectations."

Erji said against his will.

Yang Chengying nodded and asked casually, "I remember, there are some non-Mongol subjects under your name, when will they be handed over?"

"Hand it over as soon as the minister returns."

He was reluctant in his heart, so he said, "It's just that the minister heard some rumors that the king was angering the entire Mongol tribe by doing this, causing turmoil in the north."

Hearing this, Yang Chengying slowly got up and stared at Manzhu Xili.

Manzhu Xili, as the newly appointed secretary of the Li Fan Academy, suddenly felt bad in his heart.

He stubbornly reported: "It's true that there is a part of Noyan that Noyan doesn't understand, but ...... The ministers will find a way to get them to surrender their subjects."

"No need!" Yang Chengying drew his sword in his hand and slammed it into the ground in front of him.

Manzhu Xili and Qiuerji both got up and trembled.

"It's good for me, if Nuoyan and Taiji are not satisfied with the ransom of the people, the Ming court will quickly return to the tribe." Yang Chengying's expression was stern.

"Yes." Manzhu Xili hugged his fists in response.

"Prepare your armament as soon as you get back, and at the same time make them stretch their necks and wait for us to send troops to conscript."

"Compliance...... Fate!" Manzhu Xi responded to the Tao.

Qiu Erji, who was on the side, was frightened half to death by Yang Chengying's words, regretting what he had just said.

For Yang Chengying's intimidation, all the left-wing Mongolian tribes were frightened, and they were willing to hand over their subjects.

According to the statistics of the Governor's Office of Liaobei Province, a total of 100,000 people including the Xibe, Daur, and Guaercha tribes, including the elderly, weak, women and children.

Among them, there were 16,458 males, a total of 65 assistant leaders, who were transferred to Qiqihar, Jilin and Fuyu to garrison, which greatly enriched the border fortresses in the northeast.

The Governor's Office of Northern Liaoning is responsible for specific affairs - unified deployment, transportation and resettlement.

Yang Chengying allocated 3 million taels of silver to Liaobei Province, and other matters were no longer specifically managed.

On the morning of the third day of intimidating the Mongolian tribes, Yang Chengying met with Cao Bianjiao, who had rested for several days at the shooting range.

Bang bang bang!

Gunfire erupted on the range, and firearm experiments were underway.

Yang Chengying held a new gun and fired a shot at the target, hitting the ten rings.

Cao Bianjiao on the side gave a thumbs up: "I haven't seen you for so long, the king's marksmanship is still so exquisite."

"Here, let me see your marksmanship." Yang Chengying handed him the gun.

"Hey...... The minister knew that His Highness had the intention to test us, so he chose to meet us at the shooting range."

Cao Bianjiao took the gun, loaded the ammunition, and then loaded the fire cap and aimed at the target.

Bang!

The Minne bullet "swished...... and spun in the air, hitting the bull's-eye.